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A mansion reeking of mystery and *** Unlike your parties, the brain is the hex Who's got the most phantastic story Stitch the real hunters with unreal quarries By candlelight she writes in her mind Death-obsessed, web-like bind Study the corpse, exhume the dead Fresher the better, revive the head Harvest the organs, strike a chord Of nerve tissue and spinal cords Touch your jutting collar bone Think there's no place like home Electric frogs and pinwheel rats What do you think about that Run from the monster disfigured It's trying to hug you like a gun hugs a trigger Go worship all your seraphim Yeah, it's a freak, but you made him Where have you gone Prometheus Were you our guest or just an atheist Yeah, wonders come in clear handcuffs You're only safe anonymous Oh, it's dead and it's jiving in no man's hands Oh, it's alive and it's lying in no man's land Electric frogs and pinwheel rats What do you think about that Run from the monster disfigured It's trying to hug you like a gun hugs a trigger Go worship all your seraphim Yeah, it's a freak, but you made him
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Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 6:58 PM UTC
Electric Frogs
A mansion reeking of mystery and *** Unlike your parties, the brain is the hex Who's got the most phantastic story Stitch the real hunters with unreal quarries By candlelight she writes in her mind Death-obsessed, web-like bind Study the corpse, exhume the dead Fresher the better, revive the head Harvest the organs, strike a chord Of nerve tissue and spinal cords Touch your jutting collar bone Think there's no place like home Electric frogs and pinwheel rats What do you think about that Run from the monster disfigured It's trying to hug you like a gun hugs a trigger Go worship all your seraphim Yeah, it's a freak, but you made him Where have you gone Prometheus Were you our guest or just an atheist Yeah, wonders come in clear handcuffs You're only safe anonymous Oh, it's dead and it's jiving in no man's hands Oh, it's alive and it's lying in no man's land Electric frogs and pinwheel rats What do you think about that Run from the monster disfigured It's trying to hug you like a gun hugs a trigger Go worship all your seraphim Yeah, it's a freak, but you made him
Inspired by M. Shelley
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Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 6:58 PM UTC
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